Biscuit's First Christmas (Or: How Our Dog Ate the Holidays)

Well, we made it through Biscuit’s first Christmas. Barely.

Biscuit’s First Christmas (Or: How Our Dog Ate the Holidays)

This sweet, innocent face you see here? Total chaos agent. By 8 AM, he had eaten a glass ornament (emergency vet call avoided, thank God), peed on the tree skirt (Merry Christmas to me, I guess), and straight-up stole Theo’s stocking right off the mantle. Theo thought it was the funniest thing ever, which only encouraged the criminal behavior.

Marcus spent most of Christmas morning following Biscuit around with paper towels while I googled “dog ate Christmas ornament what do I do.” Sophie declared him “the worst dog ever” and then immediately gave him half her Christmas ham, so her moral authority is questionable.

At least someone cleaned up the wrapping paper

The presents survived, mostly because Theo was more interested in his new T-Rex than anything Biscuit was destroying.

Honestly though? Look at that face. Those eyes. That tail that never stops wagging. He could eat the entire tree and I’d probably just buy more ornaments. We’re all completely wrapped around his fuzzy little paw and he knows it. Next year we’re hanging everything above the four-foot mark and calling it “minimalist holiday decor.”

Merry Christmas from the Hartwells - where the dog is clearly in charge and we’re all fine with it.